I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

The next day, at noon.

The training field was surrounded by a dense crowd of people.

Under An Jianjun's mobilization, apart from those on guard duty, thousands of soldiers from the entire military region who had nothing to do nearby all came over, craning their necks to watch this duel that was destined to be recorded in history.

But in the best spot at the front of the crowd, the scene looks a bit off.

The female soldiers of the Mulan Special Forces Team sat in a neat row, each on a small stool.

Ram sat with his legs crossed, fries in his left hand, potato chips in his right, and a bottle of iced cola in the middle—Pepsi, of course.

You know, you can't put Coca-Cola in your mouth.

Guo Huaiying sat next to her, holding melon seeds in her left hand and peanuts in her right, her mouth bulging as she ate with relish.

Jiang Nan went even further, directly taking a barbecue grill from the cookhouse, skewering sausages on it, and brushing them with oil.

What I knew was a life-or-death situation concerning a powerful family and the military region.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a traditional opera performance for Chinese New Year.

"It's almost midnight, why is that old man still dawdling?" Ram licked his hand and muttered impatiently, "If he doesn't come soon, I'll finish my fries."

"Maybe he'll change into his funeral clothes at home," Jiang Nan said casually as she flipped the sausage over. "After all, he's getting old, so he should at least pick something that fits him properly so he can leave this world with some dignity."

The voice wasn't loud, but the soldiers nearby, who were all listening intently, heard it, and their eyelids twitched as they listened.

Admittedly, Chen Zheng had utterly defeated Zhao Lei, a former military commander who had fought against the Abbasi in the military region.

But today's challenger is no pushover either; I've heard he's a martial arts master who can kick a car and create a huge dent.

At this time, Chen Zheng and a few others had swept through a Slavic special operations battalion. Due to the involvement of many confidentiality agreements, the news did not spread, so people's impression of Chen Zheng's combat capabilities was generally still based on last year's results.

Just then.

A sudden commotion broke out outside the crowd.

One road was forcibly split apart.

An old man with a full head of white hair, wearing a black Tang suit, walked in with his hands behind his back.

The person who came was the Third Elder of the Zong Family's Inner Sect, Zongzheng.

He was followed by two burly men in suits.

Zongzheng raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with disdain, clearly not taking the ordinary soldiers in uniform around him seriously at all.

He deliberately slowed down, wanting to give these people a taste of their own medicine first.

One step, and it falls.

Boom!

He stomped his foot on the hard cement floor, leaving a half-inch deep footprint.

Another step, and it falls.

Boom!

Another clear footprint.

With each step he took, he left a mark behind him, and the cement ground beneath his feet dented with every step.

"hiss……"

"My God! Is this the legendary master of internal martial arts?!"

"Is this old man a monster?! That strength! One stomp could crush a person's bones!"

The soldiers around them were stunned, gasping in shock, and their gazes toward Zongzheng gradually shifted from curiosity to awe.

Hearing these words, Zongzheng's arrogance became even more pronounced.

That's exactly the effect they wanted.

He wanted to make these unsophisticated bumpkins understand that in the face of a true ancient martial arts family, a modern army is nothing but a joke, as long as it doesn't carry a gun.

Zongzheng glanced around, and when he saw the Mulan team, his brows furrowed.

He was especially furious when he saw Jiang Nan squatting on the ground grilling skewers.

"Where's your instructor, that cowardly Chen Zheng?!"

Zong Zheng channeled his inner strength, and his voice instantly resounded throughout the training ground, "Tell him to come out and face his death!"

He had just finished speaking.

At the other end of the training field, a figure wearing a training uniform and carrying a stainless steel thermos cup yawned and slowly walked out.

This person is Chen Zheng.

His lazy, just-woke-up demeanor was completely different from the aggressive Zongzheng.

Upon seeing their instructors appear, the female soldiers of Mulan's squad, who had been watching the show, immediately became excited.

Ram stuffed the last French fry into his mouth, took out ten yuan, slapped it on the stool, and shouted loudly.

"The betting's open! I bet the instructor can finish this in three moves! Ten bucks!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Nan immediately dropped the grilled sausage, took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, and slapped it down.

"Three moves? Ram, who do you think you are! Do you think you're looking down on our instructor or that old man?"

"I bet the instructor will only use one move!"

"If I lose, I'll detonate a high-explosive C4 bomb in the women's restroom tonight for fun!"

These words reached Zongzheng's ears without missing a single one, which made him so angry that he almost had a heart attack on the spot.

One bets three moves, the other bets one move?

As expected, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. These female soldiers, and that nonchalant instructor, are simply outrageously arrogant!

Zongzheng's teeth clenched so hard they rattled, and his internal energy began to surge wildly.

"Great! Excellent!"

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish today!"

An Jianjun, standing to the side, cleared his throat and picked up a megaphone to announce: "This is a friendly sparring match, ending when the point is reached. Both sides, prepare yourselves, now..."

The word "beginning" hadn't even been uttered yet.

Zongzheng could no longer hold back. He let out a low roar and dashed out in a flash!

He struck out with both palms, aiming straight for Chen Zheng's face.

If that palm strike landed solidly, it would flatten not only a person, but even a steel plate.

Faced with this deadly move, Chen Zheng didn't even bother to lift his head, and didn't even put down the thermos in his hand.

He casually took half a step to the left, easily dodging the attack.

Zong Zheng's attack missed, which fueled his anger. He immediately changed tactics, his hands moving so fast they were almost invisible, striking Chen Zheng from all directions.

However, Chen Zheng was extremely agile and could not be caught at all.

No matter how fierce Zongzheng's attacks were, he could always easily dodge them with a slight movement.

Throughout the entire process, he even used only one hand to handle it, while steadily holding his thermos cup with the other.

What's even more infuriating is...

While dodging his attacks, Chen Zheng also had time to turn his head and teach Yao Yao, who was watching intently from the side.

"Yaoyao, watch carefully."

"This old man looks fierce, but his lower body is unstable and his internal energy is disordered."

"His so-called footwork, in my opinion, is similar to a rural shamanistic ritual, a complete waste of energy."

Actually, he doesn't know any movement techniques.

He simply relied on his fast reaction speed and high physical strength to react within a fraction of a second after seeing Zongzheng's movements and then quickly dodge.

It's like in some anime where a man is just strong, swings an axe around and beats people up, then takes a couple of breaths and insists he's using a breathing technique.

Of course, when facing so many people, you have to put on an act.

After all, his purpose in coming here was not only to defeat the Imperial Clan, but also to thoroughly humiliate and trample on the dignity of these so-called aristocratic families.

Therefore, it is not enough to kill people, but to destroy their spirit!